Dipping into Hollywood

For years and years, whenever I’d make this trek to Hollywood, my editors would conjure up a glamorous picture of me writing about stars and TV while sitting in the pool or jacuzzi. There’s no way that they’d accept the truth: that I actually just slogged away on my computer in my hotel room like any other working schlub.

This year, however, is different. When a technician at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, my center of operations for the next couple of weeks, set me up with high-speed internet, he asked: “Ms. Jakle, would you like me to give you the password so you can take your laptop to the jacuzzi to work?’ ”

At first, I dismissed such an idea. Then, I paused, smiled and thought: So be it. If that’s what my colleagues want, that’s what I’ll give them.

In short, when you’re reading future musings here that seem either all wet or at least soggy in part, remember: This is Jakle’s Jacuzzi after all. Tee-hee.